With a lot of regret I have to leave my SIM.
Dreaming in the distance of what once was or not even got the chance to be born,
so as we like to say here...
Partir, c'est mourir un peu; c'est mourir à ce qu'on aime. On laisse un peu de soi-même en toute heure et dans tout lieu.
source: Rondel de I'adieu (1891)
Leaving is dying a little, it is dying for what we love. We leave a bit of ourselve in any time and in any place.
I will find my corner again some day...:-)
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